Yalary Fuentes's life as a fashion designer started at age six in her native Mexico. She wasn't necessarily making clothes from scratch, but she became quite adept at acting out dressmaking scenes from Disney cartoons by draping blankets on her grandmother.

Apparently that's the Museum of Modern Art's new motto. Its latest exhibit, "Henri Matisse: The Cut-Outs," closes at 5:30 p.m. on Tuesday, February 10. But before that, it'll be available to view 24 hours a day now through 5:30 p.m. on Sunday, February 8.

Alejandro Quintero stands in front of the array of chemicals available for the film photography process at Bushwick Community Darkroom.

When Wilson Novitzki decided to start taking photos in 2011 while on tour with his band, his first instinct was to reach for a 35-millimeter film camera.

"I'm a technology pessimist," he says. "I get overwhelmed with too many choices. I'm a fan of having a few restrictions."

So he started setting up a tripod and taking long exposure photos of the scenes he saw on late-night walks after he played shows. Now, he's a member and volunteer at Bushwick Community Darkroom, where he also makes prints of a photo project he did in the Balkans during 2014.

Let's be real: February in New York leaves much to be desired. It's cold, it's gray, and it's snowy. It's a time to hide from the world in a museum. But while classics like the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Cloisters, and the Guggenheim are great, you're not limited to them. In fact, New York City has more than 115 museums.

That's right: You don't have to keep visiting the Museum of Natural History over and over again, hoping this time to see Neil deGrasse Tyson so that you two can finally fall in love (not that, you know, there's anything wrong with that).

You can go somewhere else. But where? To answer this question, the VIllage Voice interviewed Allison Amend about the ten strangest museums in New York. Amend is qualified, too: She's the writer behind This Is a Really Serious Piece, which chronicled her every visit to every museum in New York, a tour she completed in 2013.

Who in New York City doesn't have $150 or so kicking around that they want to blow on something crazy? I mean, we're all trust fund kids and Russian oligarchs at this point, right?

So thank God for Wall-(m)Art, a mysterious online gallery/performance art project/racket that will take any graffiti you see on the street, frame it, and put up a plaque declaring its new owner: you! Shell out from about $100 to $300 and you can make like a dog and metaphorically pee all on your favorite street art in the city.

So far the company has sold four pieces to friends -- two have been framed in Williamsburg (ugh), the other two in Bushwick (ughhhhhhh) -- and one to the Voice. We purchased the cheapest work available -- a $111 job titled Ouch, Charlie, Ouch that features a sketch of half of Charlie Chaplin's face -- to see if Wall-(m)Art would make good on its promises.

The MTA makes more than a $100 million every year selling space to advertisers. What they are really selling, of course, is you: your time waiting for the train, contemplating the void and/or silently criticizing the Photoshop skill of the poor soul tasked with fitting all 16 Expendables 3 stars onto one poster.

What if I told you you never had to look at that Expendables 3 poster ever again? Is that something you might like? There is a new app called NO AD--it's like AdBlocker, but for your commute instead of your computer. It is free, and available now for Apple and Android phones.

When we last heard from anti-consumerist preacher Reverend Billy and his Stop Shopping Gospel Choir, he was in a spot of legal trouble. In recent years, the choir's message has shifted away from the evils of individual consumerism and focused instead on corporate greed, staging special sermons for the big businesses that profit from the ruination of the planet. In October, that message landed him and music director Nehemiah Luckett in jail, after the choir visited a Chase Bank wearing toad hats and singing about the destruction of the earth (Chase has enthusiastically financed mountain-top removal, a particularly damaging form of mining.)

Reverend Billy and Luckett were charged with inciting a riot and menacing, among other charges, and faced up to a year in jail. Eventually, they were able to plead the charges way down: Reverend Billy plead to a misdemeanor and was sentenced to one day of community service, while Luckett's case was dismissed on the proviso that he stay out of trouble for six months.

"What a bush-league resolution that was," Reverend Billy told us cheerily, one morning not long ago. "I don't feel great about it. I get sick of the boredom." He compares the legal process to "death by a thousand cuts," with its endless trips to the courthouse.

Now, the Reverend says, "We've got to get back to work here. The honey bees are dying." The choir is back with a new campaign: drawing attention to the plight of the world's bees, who are dying off at alarming rates. To kick things off, they visited a Harvard lab yesterday, where they attempted to cast out its demons through song.

Petra Collins is a wreck. She's calling from upstate New York, and the first thing she says is that she's had a sinus infection for weeks and the previous day dislocated her knee. "I was doing this shoot and dancing, and it just popped out," she tells the Voice. "But I guess it happened at a good time." A few days before, Collins opened her first solo exhibition — on view at Capricious 88 — and though the event is behind her, she's curating a group show the following weekend, just signed a book deal, is planning a move to NYC, and shows no signs of slowing down. For the present moment, however, she's on pause, fielding texts from friends while she prepares for her next step. Her enthusiasm is enough to make a jaded arts writer feel old, and some of her works are bound to make a gallery-goer older than 30 feel dated. Collins's exhibition features neon text works, two of which include the abbreviation "rn." What does that mean? "Right now!" she says, laughing. "It's something that's so of our generation that we just get it."

The Beatles are back in New York City! Fifty years ago tomorrow (February 7), four lads from Liverpool, with shaggy brown hair and megawatt charm, arrived at John F. Kennedy Airport, where a swarm of crazed girls greeted them in mass hysteria. "Ladies and Gentlemen ... The Beatles!," which opens today and runs through May 10 at the New York Public Library for the Performing Arts, celebrates the 50th anniversary of the Fab Four's arrival in the U.S. and delivers an entertaining history of Beatlemania and the influence the band had on music, fashion, art, literature, film, and politics.